Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
I’d made up my mind a long time ago, to go in the complete opposite direction from my mother. I wanted nothing to do with glitz and glamor and all the other highfalutin nonsense that had made her lose her mind at such a young age.
Lisa loves to tell her rags to riches story to anyone that would listen. But not once has she ever recognized the looks of sad disgust in the listener’s eyes. After all this time she still hasn’t realized how pathetically droll and empty her life really is.
That all the furs and the fast cars she’s been able to swindle out of men over the years, could never make up for a heart of gold and a true family to love and who loves you in return.
So, I used her stories as a drawing board, a how to list of what not to do if you want to be a successful human being. I knew that if I wanted to break the cycle started by her and her mother before her, that I had to become something else entirely.
Maybe it helped that I wasn’t born with her stunning green eyes, the eyes that used to go with her hair that was like mine, burnished copper they call it. Before she dyed it blonde one year and never looked back.
She’s fond of quoting the title of some old movie, about gentlemen preferring blondes. She gets a real kick out of saying that for some reason, and would hoot it up each time she did.
Until now though, she’s never introduced me to one of her men. I’m not sure half of them even knew I existed. And that was fine by me. I never had much interest in meeting anyone who would fall for Lisa’s crap anyway.
I’ve always just seen the men she dated as losers with more money than sense. Until this last one, this one broke my heart into pieces. His poor wife…. And now his son is downstairs prowling around the room without moving.
I felt a chill run through me and fought off the sudden shivers. I just want to get through whatever hell she has in store for me and move on with my life.
I made up my mind then and there that this was the last time she would ever use me. The last time I fall for her lies that she wanted to be a mother, finally. I pushed back the useless tears as I stared at myself in the mirror.
You’re no longer a child you’re considered an adult. It’s time you stand on your own two feet, and for heaven’s sake stop waiting for her to care about you, or about anything else that does not add to her bottom line.
I don’t know how many times I’ve said that to myself in the last few days since she dropped this bombshell on me. Sure I needed some place to stay after my stint in boarding school came to an end.
But I could almost wish to be anywhere else but here. Away from those piercing blue eyes and that aura of dominant power that makes me feel out of my depth and cornered.
That’s what it is. He makes me feel like I’m being stalked by a predatory animal and there’s nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide. And the next minute I imagine him taking me down with that same animalistic power and doing all manner of illicit things to me. And oh dear heavens where had my mind gone off to?
My body was hot and cold at once and I wasn’t sure if to rub my legs together to ease the sudden ache there, or soothe the new butterflies in my tummy.
I took a few deep breaths to calm down and realized that I’d been gone longer than was polite. I splashed my face one last time and dreaded returning, but knew that I had no choice.
I fought off another bout of the shivers and with one last silent prayer for safety, left the room, already hating the rest of my stay here.
Luke
I’d planned on getting out of there as soon as possible after the big show of welcoming that bitch to the home my mother had made, but I wanted one more look at the girl.
That shit pissed me the fuck off no end. I wasn’t here to sniff around the little whelp. The deal was to destroy them both. But I couldn’t seem to help myself. The urge was that strong no matter how I fought it.
I’d done my research and learned that she’d been enrolled in some elite boarding school out west for the last five years. Probably honing her skills to follow in mommy’s footsteps.
There was nothing in their backgrounds to show where all the tuition money for the exclusive school came from, so that can only mean one thing, my old man wasn’t the first to be fleeced by this hag.